After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent.

At night, time becomes a calm sea. It goes on for ever.

One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.

happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement.

For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.

The questions I would have liked to ask people were: ‘Are you in love? What are you reading?

Houses are for private living, for friends, and for dogs.